Note to Eddie Gloude II:
Pennies From Heaven or how I made an early start making sure not to be late and been UP so long it ALL looks DOWN to Mí… You’re gonna like the way you look in the morning from The Night Before.
For today’s segment context, Peofessor at Princeton, Eddie (son of) Gloude is on political hiatus, who can blame him, the Department of Defense just turned back the clock to Tuskegee Airmen times. In the meanwhile, as New Jersey succumbs to A.I., Professor Gloude is going to…
Nigga’ Plz… The Freedom of ’76 has already been WEENed out, ask that bald guy from L.A. (now from Brooklyn) so piss up a rope, if you can’t guess the Track.
I’m Still Here, AUSSIE. Eight Days A Week.
Play ball! Let the Filipino boy enter the Diamond and let The Catcher eat cake. For the record, “yesterday’s” section in Translation and Interpretation featured a false friend that moonlights… as a calc, —Aussie! As a CALC!!!
It’s True History and Grocery Shoping and for that you have to break down “los mandados”, as in:
El güey que le hace los mandados a Trump, Pete Hegseth.
Introduction to Venn Diagrams 101 or how Donald Trump got punked by a stonger child next to the Resolution Chop-block.
Yes, Terry, but it takes tú, to polka. I reckon that the last time that Uncle Sam sent aeroplanos to La Sierra Madre, Bob Dylan’s gramPaw was taking over The Watchtower with Pancho Villa and… Eek-a-Mouse was eating burritos con El Centauro en Tijuana on his way to I-95. Look it up, it’s the soundtrack to Bullfight Tickets to “the shady side”.
Or, you could just catch a Paul McCartney dive concert for $50 quids at Hell’s Kitchen but, Mara Gay, you better hurry ‘cus it’s going FAST.